Last exam is coming on Tuesday, almost everyone from my family is going somewhere on holiday, I caught gastric flu, I have a seller for my sailboat for the second time to meet and I have a commission to do…
I just love how can all the things accumulate into 3 days. All so sudden!
C’mere, let me give you a hug :c (Only not a very tight and long one because it’s too hot here >_>)
…when you enter a shop to buy a postcard and get out a half hour later, having befriended the shopkeeper in a mix of stammering-from-happy English and bad German, been asked if you are of Prussian ancestry, and with a bag full of Trollenzollern goodies.
Now I can take a football cup night with a much lighter heart.
I seldom browse era tags on tumblr because I get a very great desire to reblog every mislabeled post and scream at the OP. But that would be overly aggressive, and if I’m going to be aggressive, I’d rather be passive-aggressive. Anyway, hopefully if I tag this with every conceivable era people might see it and learn something. Cause knowledge is power! Or, being a dumbass is bad. Whichever you prefer.
1.) Medieval - social/political/cultural/economic era; can be roughly classified as ca. 500-1500
2.) Renaissance - social/political/economic/cultural era; generally between the 14th and the 16th centuries
3.) Tudor - of or relating to the reigns of Henry VII, Henry VIII, Edward VI, and Mary I of England, 1485-1558
4.) Elizabethan - of or relating to the reign of Elizabeth I of England, 1558-1603
5.) Jacobean - of or relating to the reign of James I/VI of England and Scotland, 1603-25
6.) Stuart - of or relating to the reigns of the Stuart monarchs in England/United Kingdom, 1603-1714
7.) Baroque - social/cultural era; ca. 1600-1700
8.) Restoration - of or relating to the restoration of the British monarchy and the reign of Charles II, 1660-85
9.) Rococo - social/cultural era; ca. 1715-60
10.) Georgian - of or relating to the reigns of George I, George II, George III, and George IV of the United Kingdom, 1760-1830
11.) Louis Seize - of or relating to the reign of Louis XVI of France, 1770-93
12.) Federal - American cultural era; ca. 1780-1830
13.) Antebellum - American political/social/economic/cultural era; 1789-1849
14.) Directoire - of or relating to the Directoire in France, 1795-99
15.) Consulate - of or relating to the Consulate in France, 1800-04
16.) Empire - of or relating to the First French Empire, 1804-15
17.) Regency - of or relating to the British Regency, 1811-20
18.) Biedermeier - Central European social/cultural era; 1815-48
19.) Romantic - cultural era; ca. 1825-40
20.) Victorian - of or relating to the reign of Victoria of the United Kingdom, 1837-1901
21.) Second Empire - of or relating to the Second French Empire, 1852-70
22.) Civil War - of or relating to the American Civil War, 1861-65
23.) Gilded Age - American political/social/economic/cultural era; ca. 1868-1900
24.) Belle Epoque - European social/cultural era; late 19th century to 1914
25.) Edwardian - of or relating to the reign of Edward VII of the United Kingdom, 1901-10, although it is usually extended to 1914
…then a charming little thing happened: I threw an empty box of noodles in the garbage can and strolled down to the Marienkirche, where I saw a portal open and the golden lights of the chandeliers inside. I peered in at the doorstep and heard an organ play - there was a sign at the entrance that read there was an organ exam tonight, with CPE Bach, Buxtehude and good company in the program. And a ballpoint pen scribble on top of the sign warned: “No visitors!”.
I think I will put my Händel organ concerts playlist on, once tribute is paid to the new Muse single.
I wasn’t even trying to go there. It was raining hard, my feet hurt, my umbrella looked like a full windblown spinnaker sail and just as near-unmanageable, I had already walked from the Brandenburger Tor to the Siegessäule all the way… and then Stauffenbergstraße. And sun and no rain anymore as I stared at the very place where Beck, Olbricht, Merz von Quirnheim, Haeften and Stauffenberg were shot.
The statue in the courtyard has a sadder look in its face than it seems from the photographs, I’m sure you can imagine why.
Then today evolved into a best day ever kind of scenario.
Two fascinating things I learnt today about myself and my place in the world: eins, I talk to monuments like they were living people; zwei, travelling abroad to see places relevant to your interest and meet people who share your passions and talk about getting the words “You can never get enough gay Hohenzollerns in your life” printed on a t-shirt is worth every single cent of the ticket price.
Garnisonfriedhof. Final resting place of L.A.W. von Lützow, Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, 198 unknown Berliners killed in the spring of 1945, and two Italians dead in the course of the second world war in unspecified circumstnces.
I was there today and there were feelings and cigarettes on the ground by the bench.
Then I went to kill my feet at the Museeninsel for about nine hours non stop and no lunch break, and it was well worth it. AsfggdsfgaghshfdgdhagdagdhhhhdhdhMenzelagfgfh dgfhhadfaf. Adsdg. Dadsfsa. The way that man painted gaiters and crystal chandeliers at Sanssouci and sketched soldiers made me eyegasm beyond words, and feel insignificant because now I won’t dare to draw a cuirassier for weeks out of shame.
The bad side: received a call from Italy, by the company where I might be doing an internship, right when I was inside the palace and in the room with the most unfriendly, not English speaking security guard in the entire floor. Thank God I never set any embarrassing military tune as the ringtone.
The good side: everything else. Feelings on the divine right of kings (and realisation I am quite lacking on the theory and philosophy behind monarchism in general and my questionably beloved European absolute monarchs in particular; if anyone feels like recommending a good book or an entire bibliography on the subject, by all means fire away).
“Oh, What A Charming Thing’s A Battle,” from Charles Dibdin (1745-1814) and (1733? - 1808?, also spelt Bickerstaffe)’s The Recruiting Serjeant (1770); 18th century English song that first premiered at Ranelegh Gardens.
extra credit if you find Reinhard Heydrich’s grave and spit on it
DEAL. But in case I don’t and end up spreading saliva on a random innocent corner of the Invalidenfriedhof, does it count as moral spitting if I jot down vomit rants against the nazi regime in my travel logbook?